Baby Daddy, Baby Has Nothing to Do with You

Wild wolf, look, the fleeting years we lost when we were young are all gone. Wild wolf, you see, why are you not in my world in the memories of that time? Wild wolf, look, the wind blows and the tears flow out again unconsciously. Wild wolf, look, why don't you want to be with me even though I'm trying so hard? The deserted city, the lost trace of time, the past that I can't get back, are my biggest helplessness. You have been in love with that girl for seven years, why are you still unwilling to give up or pursue her? How should I face this kind of torture? Deserted city, my childhood that I don't want to look back on. But because you recalled it again and again, just because you found a trace of your existence, it proves that you really appeared in my world. Wild wolves and deserted cities. The setting sun records that when we were young, we laughed and passed each other but did not catch each other. The setting sun reflected the clean eyes of you and me red, but did not reflect each other's figure. If I had appeared earlier than her, would it have ended like this? The process should not be so painful for me. Is it true that I don't have to love so hard... .....................